Stumbling Through Life
by Wolf Master Loki
Summary: Stan is failing a class and is assigned a tutor. He'll find himself discovering some new feelings and getting together with an unlikely person. Stutters. StanButters.
1. Chapter 1

**Title:** Stumbling Through Life  
><strong>Rating:<strong> M  
><strong>Warnings:<strong> Sexual Situations, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Blood, Abuse  
><strong>Disclaimer:<strong> I don't own South Park  
><strong>Notes:<strong> Last night I was hit with inspiration I just couldn't ignore. I secretly love Stan/Butters but there's so little of it around. So I'm contributing. The getting together part of the story is going to be pretty quick but I was more interested in what happens later then the getting together. Sorry if it seems rushed. Unlike all my other fics this one actually has several chapters written in advance. Which of course means faster updating. Enjoy it while it lasts kiddies.  
><strong>Notes2:<strong> If anyone feels the urge to review I only ask to please take an extra moment and provide feedback on dialogue. For some reason this fandom is messing with me dialogue wise. Thanks everybody.

**Chapter 1**

"Weak," Stan Marsh muttered as he regarded the test his teacher just handed him. Another failed test and he was already doing horrible.

"Stay after class, Stanley," Mrs. Nelson said before continuing to hand out tests.

Stan sighed and dropped his forehead hard against his desk. He idly hoped for a concussion. It would be better than facing his parents with his test.

The class bell rang soon after and Stan sat sullenly at his desk while everyone filed out. When everyone finally left he picked up his stuff and approached the teacher's desk. She glanced up from the notes she was making and smiled.

"Now Stanley. I know that you're a good kid and you're a valued member of our football team," Mrs. Nelson began, "however, you're failing this class. If you do fail then you'll be kicked off the team." Stan, who had previously been staring at the desk in front of him, snapped his head up. He'd forgotten completely that the high school required athletes to hold a certain GPA to continue playing. It wasn't like when he was in elementary and middle school where they let his performance slide.

Stan sputtered, "I can't get kicked off the team. What can I do?"

Mrs. Nelson smiled brightly and said, "I'm glad you asked. I've taken the liberty of arranging a tutor for you. He'll help you bring your grade up. When it's risen to my satisfaction then you can stop your sessions if you'd like."

Stan groaned and asked, "Who'll tutor me?"

"Butters Stotch has agreed to help you. He's one of my best students, so I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Aw. Come on. I got friends that could tutor me. Can't I just pick one of them?"

"No," the teacher answered, "I can trust Butters to actually tell me the truth when it comes to your performance during tutoring."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew she had him with that one. Butters would definitely tell the truth no matter what.

"Fine," Stan muttered.

"Good. Make sure you get together and arrange a schedule."

The boy nodded and beat a hasty retreat to find someone to vent his frustration.

***

"That sucks dude," Kyle said after Stan explained his new tutor situation during lunch. "Who's gonna tutor you?"

"Butters," Stan answered.

"Well that's not too bad. I mean it could be worse," Kyle said. Kenny nodded in agreement from his seat beside the red-head.

Stan shoved a tater tot into his mouth with more force than was necessary. "It's still Butters."

Kenny and Kyle both laughed. Though Butters was the unofficial fifth member of the group of friends, Stan never seemed to completely warm up to the boy. He was the only one that hadn't hung out with Butters alone since elementary school.

"What do you have against Butters anyway. Every time he's around your panties just get completely twisted," Kenny said. His voice came out clear since he'd ditched his oversized parka in middle school.

"I don't know," Stan said. He'd moved from viciously eating his tater tots to ripping them into pieces. He honestly wasn't sure what it was about Butters that bugged him. It might have been how unflinchingly happy the kid always was. The blonde was always bouncing around with excitement and singing stupid songs to himself. He hadn't changed much since they were young, but there really wasn't a clear reason for Stan to dislike him.

"Speak of the devil," Kenny said pointing behind Stan at an approaching Butters.

"What are you talking about Kenny," Cartman said as he pulled himself away from his meal. "The Jew is right there," He said while pointing at Kyle.

"Don't belittle my people, you fat fuck!," Kyle yelled. The insult was old since Cartman had grown out of being fat sometime in middle school. The formerly obese teen was now bulky from added muscle instead of just being fat. However, for some reason the title still made him angry.

"Hey. I'm not fat, you Jewrat!" Cartman yelled back. No one bothered to try and stop the exchange. They were too used to it by now and the two would stop on their own.

Butters managed to interrupt any further arguing by sitting down next to Stan. "Hey fellas." Everyone muttered a quick greeting. "So Stan. I'm supposed to tutor you in Math. This'll be fun, Don'tcha think?"

Stan resisted the urge to push the other kid down to wipe the huge grin off his face. He stopped himself only because it never worked anyway. "Yea. It'll be great," Stan muttered with absolutely no enthusiasm.

Butters was completely oblivious to Stan's response and nodded enthusiastically. "So when do you want to meet up?"

The jock thought about it for a moment before deciding that sooner was better. To get it over with. "Come over tonight after school."

"Alright. Sounds good." Butters said and started eating his lunch.

***

Butters followed Stan all the way home. He talked nonstop the entire way and Stan wasn't sure if he would be able to contain socking the other boy if he persisted. Just when his rage was close to reaching critical levels, they reached his house. Stan quickly ushered the blonde upstairs to his room.

Stan sighed in relief as Butters finally toned down to start digging in his backpack. The jock flopped down on the bed and put his arm over his eyes. He wanted to relax more than anything, but his horrible grade was still looming over his head. He had to make this work no matter what to save his sports career.

"Aw shucks Stan. It's gonna be awful hard to do math problems with your eyes closed," Butters said quietly from the bedside.

Stan dropped his arm and looked at the other boy, who was rubbing his knuckles together. It was a nervous habit the blonde never grew out of. "Alright. My eyes are open. Let's get started." Stan traded his comfy position for a less comfy one at the desk chair. Butters had already laid out a notebook and several worksheets along with the math textbook.

Butters stood directly behind the other boy and bent forward to gesture at the notebook. Stan immediately stiffened at the others close proximity. In a rare display of observance, Butters noticed the movement.

"It's ok Stan. You'll get this in no time I promise," Butters said. Stan was relieved that Butters never seemed to notice how uncomfortable his presence was. Stan resigned himself to a torturous couple hours of Butters Stotch hovering over him and explaining boring math problems.

***

Stan almost sighed out loud in annoyance as his tutor was repeating an annoying habit. Butters had taken to bending over Stan's shoulder while he taught the lesson. He could feel the weight as the blonde rested one hand on his shoulder for balance. Butters was gesturing at the sheets in front of him which contained practice test problems. Stan was distracted by the close proximity and had taken to staring at the smaller boy's hand. He noticed that they seemed way too long and thin for a boy. Immediately after that thought the bigger boy felt like punching himself.

Butters mannerisms were infuriating and it was getting to the jock. Every time that Stan couldn't focus he got distracted by something the blonde was doing. It could be just about anything. His face almost touching the taller boy's cheek as he knelt down. The way his hands would sweep the air as he was explaining something. His voice softly speaking too close to the dark-haired teen's ear. Sometimes with a slightly stutter when he was having trouble explaining something. Stan was tempted to call it all off and beg the teacher for a new only thing stopping him was that everyone would want to know why he wouldn't work with Butters, and Stan still couldn't explain it.

"Do you get it Stan?," Butters asked. His hands had finally stilled over the paper but Stan hadn't noticed.

"Uh?," Stan muttered, "No. Not really." He felt like a complete idiot. As usual his thoughts had wandered completely off the topic and he'd missed the explanation.

The blonde wasn't fazed by his student's lack of attention. Butters was used to the other's inattentiveness to work and was just assuming it was due to not understanding the material. He just nodded and grinned like always. "Ok. Let's start from the beginning again."

Stan nodded and braced himself before turning his attention back to the sheet in front of him determined to pay attention this time.


	2. Chapter 2

**Title:** Stumbling Through Life  
><strong>Rating:<strong> M  
><strong>Warnings:<strong> M/M, Sexual situations, Smut, violence, blood, abuse, homophobia, swearing  
><strong>Disclaimer:<strong> I don't own South Park or any of its characters  
><strong>Notes:<strong> I've been attempting to edit a lot of this story. I wrote it on an insomnia kick that lasted about 40 hours. My record is 76 hours by the way. It's hard for me edit something that's already written without tossing it completely so I'm still hovering on if it's any good. Oh well. On a different note all my stories takes into account Butters missing eye. Though South Park isn't in any way realistic I can't accept that they fixed that shit. It was totally fucked. So my Butters is always half blind. I just like it that way.

Anon: Feel free to tell me what you think requires improvement. The last thing I'll be is mad or offended. Pick apart my writing to your hearts content. It'll only make me a better writer.

Thanks to all readers and reviewers.

**Chapter 2**

"So how's tutoring going?," Kyle asked his best friend. They were currently hanging around after school with the Kenny and Cartman. It was one of those rare days that Stan didn't have football or tutoring.

"Yea. Did you assrammers get busy yet?" Cartman added with a laugh.

"Fuck you asshole." Stan said to Cartman. He turned to Kyle, "It's fine I guess. That kid is just so...Butters."

"Seriously dude, you need to get over this Butters thing," Kyle replied.

Cartman butted in again, "He can't help it Kyle. His boyfriend apparently isn't putting out." All three boys, excluding Stan, laughed at the other boy's discomfort.

"Fuck you guys. There's no 'Butters thing.' He's just my tutor and when my grade goes up I can finally ditch him."

"Better hurry up because the sexual tension is overwhelming," Kenny added to rile Stan up even more.

"That's it. I'm outta here." Stan grabbed his bag and stalked of. Usually he could take their comments in stride but when the topic was his tutor it wasn't as easy. It was just a constant reminder that there was something wrong with him.

"We really gotta get the sand outta his vagina. Seriously," Cartman said. For once both Kenny and Kyle were in agreement.

***

The next day found Stan being assaulted by the 'Butters thing' again. He'd taken to sitting on the bed to avoid having the blonde over his shoulder. It solved a one of his problems but opened up several new ones. Now he had a clear view of the blonde and studying the smaller boy was just that much easier.

"Now whatever you do to one side of the equation you have to do to the other side," Butters was explaining.

Stan nodded and stared at the paper the other boy was holding. "Who the hell decided that number problems needed letters in them too? It's stupid."

Butters cocked his head and looked at the paper he was holding. "Aw Stan. I don't know." He got a flash of inspiration before he continued to explain the problem. "Try to think of it like a puzzle with a missing piece. You need to find the piece." He looked up and smiled. "I know it's awful frustrating when I'm trying to put a puzzle together and I can't find all the pieces."

"Yea. Sure." Stan sighed and almost smiled at the other boy's childishness. "But there's two letters in this one."

"Well you gotta solve for one first then put it back in the problem to find the other one."

"Ugh. I hate math so much," Stan said. He dropped his head down in frustration and let his dark bangs cover his eyes.

Butters set down the papers and put his hands on the other boy's shoulders. "Don't worry Stan. You'll get it and I'll be here until you do."

Stan looked up at Butters' earnest face. He tried not to let the blonde see how uncomforting the last statement was to him. Not to mention that he was touching Stan again. He twitched under the others palms to shake them off. "You're really touchy-feely you know?"

"Sorry," Butters said and immediately pulled his hands back. "I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Relax," Stan said with a hint of frustration in his voice. It was so easy to hurt the other boy's feelings, and it was another thing to add on Stan's mental list of things that frustrated him. He put one hand on the others shoulder to show he wasn't mad. Butters met his eyes and grinned in relief. Stan met the blonde's eyes and unconsciously began to study them. They were a clear light blue unlike his own which were much darker. The jock noticed after a few moments that they were a mismatched in color and position. He turned his attention to the left one and remembered what was most likely the cause. There was a very thin scar running vertically across the center of the eye.

He brought his hand up from the other's shoulder to cup the boy's cheek. Butters pulled back a little in surprise. Stan was staring too hard at the scar to notice or realize that what he was doing was probably a bad idea. He ran a thumb over the pale scar which almost managed to blend in with the boy's skin. Stan could feel how it was slightly raised from the surrounding area. If he hadn't been in such close proximity to the blonde he wouldn't have ever noticed it.

"I never apologized for that did I?," Stan questioned.

Butters hesitated a moment before realizing what the jock was referring to and responded, "You don't have to worry about it. I mean that was a long time ago. Besides Kenny already said sorry for the ninja star since he's the one that threw it."

"But I glued my dog's fur to you afterwards without taking you to a hospital. So I'm sorry."

"Shucks Stan. That's awful nice of you," Butters said and smiled at him.

Stan grinned back despite himself. "I can't believe we thought that would work. You looked ridiculous." Butters giggled at the remark and nodded in agreement. Stan noticed he was still holding the other boy's face and quickly removed his hand. He kept the grin on his face to avoid making the blonde feel bad again.

"All better now though."

"Yea. My parents took me to a specialist in Denver who fixed me up real good. I had to have a few fittings over the years but that wasn't so bad."

"A fitting for what?," Stan asked.

Butters pointed at his left eye and said, "For the eye silly. It's custom made so it fits really good."

Stan felt sick to his stomach. "Your eye is fake?," he whispered.

Despite the frown on the bigger boy's face, Butters still seemed oblivious to the tense mood. "Yup. They couldn't fix the old one. It was too damaged but I did get this fake one. I can take it out and everything. I got an eyepatch and I can pretend I'm a pirate. Isn't that cool?"

"I guess." Stan didn't think it was cool as much as it was sad that he'd been a part of permanently damaging another person. "How about some more math?" He was desperate to change the subject.

"Ok." Butters didn't object and just picked up the papers again. "Now what do you do first?"

"Um," Stan started, "punch the guy that put letters in the equation?"

"If you can't do that. Then what do you do?"

"No idea."

***

Stan was lying in his bed tossing a football in the air and catching it. He glanced over at his desk where Butters usually sat during his lessons. The boy sighed and just kept tossing his football. His friends' constant comments were still bugging the shit out of him and he was determined to figure out this 'Butters thing' as Kyle called it.

They had been having tutoring sessions for three weeks now, three times a week, and he had spent enough time with the blonde to analyze his visits. Stan was inclined to consider their time together to be pretty normal. However, if he was really honest with himself he'd realize that he tended to spend a little too much time thinking about Butters instead of the material.

Stan momentarily stopped his tossing when he thought about just how much time he spent watching the blonde. He could picture the boy easily in his mind down to the last detail. Stan could imagine the other sitting at the desk with wide eyes and easy grins. The blonde would constantly be gesturing with girlish hands whenever he got engrossed in describing something.

Not only was the blonde animated, but he was always very close. No matter where Stan attempted to retreat, Butters would find a way to get in his space. Whether it was hanging over him while he worked or casually touching his shoulders while explaining things in a soft voice. He would always smile wide whenever Stan actually focused enough to understand something. Also, Butters tended to sneak in the occasional hug when he got a problem on the first try. Afterwards, he would always jump back and blush while fiddling his fingers

Stan groaned at how gay his thoughts were sounding. It was making him sick.

The jock froze with a sudden realization, and he dropped the football in a haze. He had finally pinpointed the feeling that had alluded him all this time. He always felt sick whenever Butters was around. It was as if he was about to puke his guts out. The same overwhelming nausea was something h used to get around Wendy. Stan thought he had just grown out of it but apparently he grew out of something else entirely. Like being attracted to women.

Stan jumped off the bed and started pacing. He couldn't accept it just like that. He had always liked girls. After all, he used to date a girl. Stan nodded his head in determination before he realized how gay that was. It was like a racist saying he couldn't be racist because he had a black friend.

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose before deciding to test his theory. He put his imagination to work. He decided to stick with something he'd always enjoyed before. He had had sex with Wendy once and enjoyed it. The thought still enticed the same feelings and he definitely wasn't disgusted by it.

He switched gears to something slightly more in tune with his gay theory. Maybe imagining a male in the same context would help him figure out his feelings. Stan tried to think of Kyle in bed with immediately banished the thought. Being with Kyle just seemed wrong in too many ways. It was like molesting a brother or something. He needed a safer option to contemplate gay feelings. Kenny was a better option since he was a hound that would do pretty much anybody. It didn't give him any particular fuzzy feelings but he wasn't disgusted by the prospect either.

Stan shook his head to dispel the image. The thought of getting gay with Kenny should gross him out if he were normal. He took a deep breath and persisted to the object of his questionable gayness. He imagined Butters in a compromising position. He found himself taking it a bit further than intended. Stan could imagine running his fingers through the other boy's hair which was probably as soft as it looked. Butters was smaller than him too so he'd fit nicely in his arms.

Stan growled at his traitorous thoughts before lashing out and kicking his desk. The boy grabbed his foot as pain shot up his big toe. Thinking about Butters shouldn't be any more appealing than thinking about Kyle. He shouldn't be thinking about how soft his hair is, or how tiny he is, or even how cute it would be to see him blush and play with his fingers after the fact.

Stan kicked the desk again for good measure.

***

After his incredibly gay thoughts about Butters were put to the test, Stan found their study sessions to be nothing short of torture. The blonde's close proximity just fueled the fire of Stan's inappropriate fantasies. After imagining it the first time he couldn't shake the images out of his head no matter what he tried. After two weeks of awkwardly trying to avoid a person that was in the same room, Butters was actually starting to notice the change. Stan knew it was only a matter of time before the blonde started calling him on his weirdness.

Stan was sitting on his bed as usual to escape the other boy's hovering. Butters was sitting at the desk chair and attempting to teach him from a distance. Since the jock had started to get more tense, he was trying to give him more space. The smaller boy was actually attempting to explain something about lines and graphs right now, but Stan wasn't listening. He was staring at Butters' hands as they moved through the air and imagining them doing other things entirely.

"Are you ok Stan?," Butters asked. It was the second time he had to ask the question. Stan hadn't heard him the first time.

"What?," Stan said stupidly, "Oh yea. I'm great." He put his head in his hand for a moment before speaking again, "Actually can we just take a quick break."

"Well sure. All you had to say was say you needed one. I'm going too fast aren't I. I'm sorry." Butters dropped his eyes in nervousness.

"No. You're fine. I just can't focus right now."

Butters scooted closer to his friend. "You wanna talk about it?"

Stan shot his head up wondering if the boy was reading his mind. "What?"

"You just seem really sad. It helps me to talk about the stuff that makes me sad." Butters gave one of his customary wide grins.

Stan tried to resist but Butters always had a way of making someone want to spill their guts in confession. Something about his wide open face was inviting and he wasn't the kind of person to spread gossip around. Stan patted the bed beside him as an invitation. Butters jumped from the chair to the bed causing the mattress to bounce a few times. Stan laced his fingers together and rested his forehead on the knuckles.

Butters was the absolute last person he should talk to about his particular problem. But he was afraid to talk to the others. Their constant jokes about his gayness made him wary of trying to have a serious discussion. At least Butters was probably gay anyway and wouldn't make fun of him either way.

The jock felt a pressure on his upper back and looked over at the other boy. Butters had his hand resting on his back and was still grinning warmly.

"If I told you something...," Stan paused for a moment, "If I told you something would you promise not to tell anyone."

"Well sure. I wouldn't tell anybody," Butters replied quickly.

"I'm serious. Like not anybody. Especially the other guys. You promise?"

Butters crossed his heart like a kid in grade school and replied, "I promise."

Stan rolled his eyes at the gesture and said sarcastically, "Pinky swear too?"

The blonde completely missed the sarcasm and stuck his pinky out for Stan to take. The bigger boy almost laughed right in Butters face but resisted. He took the pinky with his own and shook on it. The mood lightened considerably with Butters childish antics.

Stan swallowed thickly as he prepared to talk about his problems with the guy he had a problem with in the first place. "It's just...I have a crush on someone."

"That's nice. Who is she?" Butters asked.

"That's the thing. It's not a she," Stan glanced at Butters who had a blank look on his face. "It's a he, you know a guy Butters. Holy shit dude." He muttered the last part in frustration. Butters was too clueless for his own good. What did he see in this kid again?

Understanding washed over Butters face. "Oh. I see. So you're gay."

"No!," Stan yelled defensively. "I'm not gay."

Butters cocked his head in confusion. "But you just said you had a crush on a guy. That's kinda the definition of gay."

Stan breathed heavily through his nose. "Well I'm not supposed to be gay. At all." He hit his chest with two fists. "I'm the quarterback. I lift weights and stare at dirty magazines with Kenny. I swear and play video games. I can't be gay." Stan finished his tirade and sat stiffly.

"What's any of that got to do with being gay?" Butters said.

Stan stared at him like the other boy was speaking a foreign language. "What do you mean 'What's that got to do with being gay?'. It's got everything to do with it."

Butters didn't seem fazed by Stan's aggressive outbursts and said, "What I mean is all that stuff is just a part of who you are. If you're gay then that's just another thing you'd add to all that other stuff. It's just a part of you."

Stan couldn't do anything but stare at the blonde next to him. The words he said sounded uncharacteristically wise. Naivety brought a wisdom all its own apparently. Stan looked at the floor and thought over it. Was it really that simple? Just being gay but staying the same otherwise? It didn't seem that easy. Nothing was just that easy.

"You know I don't care if you're gay." Stan didn't bother responding since he'd figured as much. "I'll tell ya a secret." Butters got even closer to the other boy. Stan thought it was odd to willingly get so close to a guy that just admitted he was probably gay. "I like guys too," Butters whispered in his ear.

Stan couldn't help it and burst out laughing. They were huge full belly laughs that brought tears to his eyes. After a few minutes he finally managed to calm down. "Oh hamburgers," Butters muttered and started his nervous knuckle rubbing.

The jock dropped his large hand over Butters' nervous fingers to still them. He wiped the tears from his eyes and composed himself. "I'm sorry Butters. I wasn't trying to laugh at you but I'm pretty sure you liking guys isn't a secret."

Butters turned wide eyes to Stan's face. "But I never told anybody that. Oh if my dad finds out I'll be grounded until I die of old age." Stan could feel Butters' hands twitching nervously under his grip. He tightened his hold to prevent the blonde's habit from surfacing again.

Stan smiled at the nervous boy. "Don't worry. I won't tell anybody if you don't tell anybody. Then neither of us will die of old age in our rooms."

Butters was quick to nod his head in agreement. He suddenly dropped his eyes to their joined hands. "Uh S-Stan...," Butters stuttered a little while eyeing their hands.

Stan looked at their joined hands and noticed how much bigger his hand was compared to the other boy's. He had never felt like he was a really big guy despite being muscular from years of playing football. The jock was a bit more lean than his fellow teammates. Though, next to Butters, anyone would look huge in comparison. He turned his body to better face the blonde but didn't move his hand.

"I'm gonna kiss you," Stan said. He was determined to do it while he still had the nerve. The thought of being with the blonde was driving him crazy. Butters didn't say anything and only blushed hotly causing his cheeks turn red. Stan took his lack of response as a yes. He brought both hands up to frame the smaller boy's face before tentatively touching their lips together. It was a very chaste kiss and he made no move to deepen it.

They held together for only a few moments before Stan retreated. Butters was still very red in the face but didn't object. The jock licked his lips and allowed himself to think for a moment. It didn't feel like a horrible thing to kiss the other boy. He decided to give it another try.

"I'm gonna do it again. Ok?," Stan said. He didn't move until Butters nodded his head. That was all he wanted before going to kiss the blonde again. This time he pressed their lips together more firmly. He brought his hands to the back of Butters head and threaded his fingers in the hair there. It was something he had been tempted to do for a long time.

Stan lightly tugged at the strands in his grip. The hair wasn't as thick as his but it was much softer. Butters moaned very low in the back of his throat. Stan responded with a moan of his own and deepened the kiss further. He nipped at the other boy's lips and pressed his tongue between them. The blonde was hesitant but eventually matched the pace with his own tongue.

After a few minutes of kissing, Stan broke free. He pressed his forehead against Butters' and panted for air. He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand but he was a little glad it had. Any lingering doubt that he was attracted to Butters was banished. The blonde was panting almost as hard and his face was even more flushed than before.

Stan chuckled and pressed his palms over the other boy's cheeks. They were completely red now and hot to the touch. "Calm down buddy. You look like your head is going to pop."

"That won't really happen will it?," Butters exclaimed.

"No. I think you're going to make it," Stan said as he continued laughing. "That wasn't bad at all. Hmm?"

Butters dropped his eyes but grinned in response. "It was really nice."

He released Butters from his grip and sat back. Butters was still grinning even though his eyes were firmly on the floor. Stan stared at the image in front of him. The boy looked thoroughly debauched. His hair was even messier than usual. His face was red and his lips swollen. The jock thought at that moment that it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Stan realized it might make him incredibly gay but he could live with that.


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